Camp Blitzkrieg

Camp Blitzkrieg

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"As of now the oldest child of the family, male or female around the United States has to enlist and serve in a special program called Camp Blitzkrieg. This camp is to train the children faster as well prepare them for war. We are losing too many troops in the war against Isis and are counting on the help of the brave children. Each state has a destination for the children to report to in the morning. The destination will be texted to their phone right after this message. Any fail to show will be charged with treason and sentenced to jail or juve under the circumstances of the age, thank you for your understanding and god bless" The news reporter finished before the television returned to the game. I looked over at my mother who had tears in her eyes. I was about to speak when I saw the text come through on my phone, I looked it over and growled at the destination. "They are picking us up in Placentia" I spoke. "Isn't that where.." My mother started. "Yes, and he is the oldest so I'll be seeing him again" I groaned and paced the living room. "Well when do you have to be there?" Steve asked. "10 am" I spoke. "We are going to call everyone over tonight" My mother responded as tears fell down her cheeks. I nodded my head in silence and kept repeating the news reporter's words in my head. I let my mind wonder and started to talk to myself. I couldn't believe there weren't enough men and women to serve. How could they take the children and expect us to fight, I mean lot's of kids now are against war. This isn't going to end well.
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"Mom, not today. I don't even know why you're making me go. Today is dads..." I didn't want to finish and remind her of dads' birthday. My phone kept ringing, I already knew it was Dakota, he's my childhood best friend. "Just take your brother to school, please!" She exclaimed. She looked miserable. I shut the door and smelled the freshly cut grass. I smiled to myself knowing it was my dad's favorite smell. "Alexandria! We're gonna be late, can you stop daydreaming and get in the car." My brother, Cory hollered. He hates to think about dad. He just forgets. I Jeep Wrangler and I started the car, Cory rolled down his windows. "Are we sitting together at lunch today?" Cory asked me. "No I want you to sit with your friends, I'll be alright alone." I told him. "Alright Alex, believe it or not I actually love you. And I love you enough to tell you, you need friends." He admitted. "Have fun. Love you too, Corky." I laughed at the name I gave him when I was a kid. He smiled at me then left into the school. I went on to go to a flower shop. I stopped and got out. I walked in the shop. "Ally, do you have my order, the cars running?" I asked Ally. "Yeah Alex, I have it. Your order for 1 dozen Chocolate Cosmos, 2 dozen Daises, and 1 dozen yellow Roses." "Thanks Ally." I grabbed all the flowers then ran back to the car. I drove to the grave. I threw all my stuff into my bag. I grabbed the flowers and I pulled my bag over my shoulder and got out. I looked around and saw people young and old coming here to see their loved ones. I saw my families graves. Almost my whole family will be buried here. My grandpa always said it was sacred. I put the Cosmos on my dad's grave. The Daises on my grandmothers and the Roses on my grandpas. I talked and talked to them till I pull my pack of cigarettes out of my bag along with a lighter. I put the cancer stick in my mouth and lit it. "You guys are probably really mad right now. Blame peer pressure in 9th grade."

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